Hey tumblrs! Jenna. 22 years old. Gay. Single. I'm a college student studying nursing and working at a domestic violence shelter in Illinois. I love: skydiving, sports, working out, swimming (and anything in the water), adventures, and smart, athletic women. Currently in the process of slimming down for good. My blog: a hodgepodge of gay things, workout things, pretty girls, and things that I find funny or annoying. Take it or leave it. I'm ALWAYS here for any followers that need to talk about anything (anon or not) I love meeting people and hearing their stories. What's yours?
DISCLAIMER: I do not have any credentials for nutrition, lifting, working out, etc. If you ask my advice, know that I am giving you an answer based on a few college nutrition courses, my own personal experience, what I have read, what I have been told by my nutritionist/doctor, etc. I AM NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR MEDICAL ADVICE.
Whenever a job comes alone at the shelter they always offer it to volunteers first because we have our 80 hrs of training and know how things work/all the shelter procedures so it makes more sense for us to step in. There was a Family Advocate position from 3-11pm open for Saturday and Sunday each week so I applied and I got it :D I’m really excited. It’s the perfect amount of work where I’ll some make good money (it’s $12 per hour), get good experience, and can pick up shifts or get a weekend off when I need it. Because I know my course load is going to get intense now that I’m starting the nursing program and I don’t want my grades to slip.
Anyway, with the move, the new job, nursing school starting up, and getting to see my other bff in a week for 3 days (and her whole family which is my family), everything is going pretty well. So I would like to take this opportunity to be thankful for everything I have and to not lose sight of the fact that hard work eventually wins out with a little faith.
(or more like this because I’m dorky and awkward)
I have decided teaching swim lessons is one of the most awkward jobs ever. I have had more little kids accidentally pull down the top of my suit, touch my boobs, put their foot in my crotch when they’re pushing off back to the wall, and tell me private things about them or their parents than I can count. Not to mention when you’re teaching an adult who can’t swim so you have to find ways to help them with minimal touching of their body. I’m sorry but I think it’s an invasion of privacy to have my hand on the stomach of anyone above the age of 12. Whatevs. It beats the hell out of lifeguarding and two of my kids (we call them the peanuts) are literally the cutest human beings on the planet.